First Rain – NaPoWriMo 2017 Day 20

As the first drop hit the ground,
Petrichor wafts up from dry soil.
And the eyes close down unbidden,
With each deep breath taken.

As the water level starts to rise,
Paper ships depart from mini-harbour.
Young Captains look eagerly on,
Awaiting a long sail or even a capsize.

The joy of being beneath a new shower,
With arms outstretched, welcoming the cold warmth,
Or cozying up with a loved one,
Beneath that one umbrella; is unparalleled.

Yet the mind only looks forward to the first shower,
After that life goes on as usual.
Perhaps the love for rain increases with gap,
For they do say, distance makes the heart grow fonder.



NaPoWriMo 2017 Day 20

Off prompt today.

There was rain here after a long time. And that led to this topic.

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